Kendra And The Magic Gate

By G. P. Harlaquinn

Kendra and The Magic Gate is a
collection of poems written and arranged together by G. P. HarlaQuinn
to create the life after death adventure story of the Chrome-man, poet to the
stars.  In concordance with death, the
Earth Mother released his life’s energy to the universe.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  In the language of poetry he would tell the
stars tales of his life and of his adventures upon the earth –

Cover Design by Carla M. class=SpellE>Kleine

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• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Dec 5, 2003
• ISBN: 9781414019864

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This book is a work of fiction. Places, events, and situations in this story are purely fictional and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is coincidental.

© 2004 G. P. HarlaQuinn

All Rights Reserved.

No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means without the written permission of the author.

First published by Ist Books   03/13/2025

ISBN: 978-1-4140-1985-7 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-4140-1984-0 (hc)

ISBN: 978-1-4140-1986-4 (e)

Contents

Chapters and Poems.

The Chrome Man

The Restless Sun

The Poet And The Constellations

A Timeless State

Across A Twilight Sky

The Living Earth

Sandra

The Rogue Galaxy

Sail on Mankind

The Devil Ray

In The Garden Of The Magic Harp

Dance In Sparkle-light

Sword Of The Blue Star

Alone In The Universe

The Keeper’s Gate

A Candle’s Flame

Another Place

A Rare Vision

Children Of The Red Sun

The Color of Dawn

The Secret Of October’s Colors

Supernovas And Nebulas

Dreams

Love Song for Kendra

Envy My Heart My Eyes

The Park Lamp

The Great Conjunction

Solitude

Enemies

The Twilight

Dawn Of Chaos

Who I Am

Mother Earth

Friends

Friendship

Copernican

The Country Sun

Cosmic Manufactory

Home

War

I

dedicate this book to

my daughters Carla and Jessie

A special, heartfelt thanks to Shannon and to Angie;

two very special mentors, and to the

Washington County Writers Club.

Thank you for all the support, the help and the

encouragement over the years—

Kendra and the magic gate is a collection of poems arrange together to create the life after death adventure of a poet the stars call the Chrome man. He was a dreamer who often times found inspiration in the magic hours of the twilight. Indeed he believed that another world existed, he believed that there was life upon the earth, and than there was life in the world of man, just as surly as he believed that the planet and the world were just that, two different realities. Though these pages reproduce only a brief episode of his life upon the earth, they do tell of the moment after death, and of his journey into that unfamiliar realm—

Upon his return to the blue earth, the Chrome man discovers immense giant stars moving towards our solar system that threatened to destroy the yellow star of Copernican, the nine planets and their moons! In the language of poetry, he would tell these death stars, of his strength and weaknesses, of being human and of his life’s adventures upon mother earth and then hoped to persuade them not to reach critical mass in Copernican space—

The Chrome Man

Poet to the stars

Not long ago I was on my way back from visiting NGC-1365, a beautiful barred spiral galaxy in the southern constellation of Fornax. The first great conjunction of the 21st century was just a few months away and I was hoping to see it from the Kuiper belt. In the mean time I would head for the red planet and visit the Tharsis ridge and Olympus Mons; the biggest volcano in our solar system.

Perhaps no other planet fascinates mankind more than Mars. As for myself, Saturn was my fascination. I stopped for a moment to look at our beautiful Milky Way Galaxy from deep space. Oh, how I wish that every human soul on the surface of the earth could see where it floats and how it spins. I was moving at the speed of light and almost at the edge of the Heliopause when I noticed and anomaly; a light distortion. I would not have given it another look, except the stars seemed closer and the planets much brighter than usual.

Saturn really caught my eye, her brightness obscured her rings and moons and I wondered about Phoebe, her eighteenth moon. Her retrograde orbit has always fascinated me and I’ve always enjoyed telling her stories of my adventures upon my blue earth and of being human. Being human. It seems like only yesterday I was a man and walked upon the earth; indeed with all my strengths and frailties and often at the mercy of my emotions. Human emotions. Feelings are like strings connected to the heart and once vibrated we react.

The task of living can be many things for indeed life is infinitely complex. There is a delicate balance between reality and the perception of reality, and though most of us are able to respond in accordance with that perception, many of us are simply reactionary. Still, for others life is a matter of constant struggle and survival it seems. At times it can be overwhelming, but whatever life may be, it’s all a part of the human condition. I’ve often wondered what can measure the depth and strength of the human heart and soul; the mind and body that moves with such capacity and dexterity upon the earth.

It had been a while since my last visit with Phoebe so I headed for Saturn; that mystifying planet with unattached rings. As I came out of light speed I saw them, immense blue and red giant stars a hundred times the mass of our sun and moving towards our solar system. I was stunned and in disbelief for the gravitational pull of these massive stars could cause our sun to lose its hold on the nine planets and their moons. I was trying to orient myself to our local stars but I couldn’t pin point their locations?

I was just about to enter Saturn’s space when a comet streaked towards me. Dust and dirt littered its path. Its tail was ablaze with electric blue because of glowing gas and charged particles caused by the solar wind. It seems I was being summoned by the yellow star of Copernican…

Calm yourself oh poet, and hear me, there is trouble in the universe, unrest among the stars. The supergiants are angry with you and with our own yellow sun. You must return now for they are threatening to go supernova in Copernican space!

Why would the giant stars destroy Copernican, I wondered? In a matter of seconds the comet was gone and so I headed towards our sun. I must admit I was concerned. These massive blue and red stars were dangerously close. I couldn’t help but to wonder what could be wrong for out here there is order. When I was a man and lived upon the earth, I would often walk out during the magic hours of the twilight and contemplate the structure of our universe. Is it random and chaotic or is it orderly and intelligible? As I got closer I could see that our sun had swelled considerably.

Obviously my first concerns were of the inferior planets. There is Mercury, the messenger of the gods, and Venus, the goddess of sexual love and physical beauty whose light at times shines brightly upon my blue earth. The red planet, Mars, the god of war, yes, here they float and here they spin, just specks of dust in a great cosmic darkness and void. Indeed, I was very concerned. With only a ten-degree change in our global temperature, the polar ice caps would melt and sea levels would rise.

I had returned home to an unfamiliar universe, a solar system in chaos, and the impending death of our yellow star, our nine planets and their moons. The known constellations were now like strangers in the night sky; none were recognizable for there were so many stars around them. It was a bit of a challenge for me to identify them. When I reached our sun, I was in awe for its constantly blowing itself apart, but gravity pulls it back and keeps our massive yellow star in check. Our yellow star, it rules our solar system, and though 93 million miles away, we feel the benevolent warmth and light upon Mother Earth. Its thunderous crackling sounds as it expands and then contracts captivated me, but I kept my wits about me.

As I got closer I remember thinking… Oh restless and angry sun—tremendously large… Yes, for me the yellow star of Copernican was like a god of light, warmth